Her eyes darted up to his. What a ridiculous question. Of course she wanted a fuck. Always. There was no need to ask. She eagerly nodded her head.
“I’ll see if I can accommodate you. First, I need to run down the street and get some cigarettes. Be ready for me when I get back.”
He rose and moved toward the door and her pulse skittered. Not because of the upcoming fuck, but because she could sneak a peek into his private thoughts. Just as he reached the door, she reached for his briefcase but Victor spun on his heel and strode back.
“Forgot my wallet.”
Elsa’s throat tightened at almost getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She needed to pull herself together and relax. She plastered on her best fake smile and he was none the wiser. When she heard the front door latch, she bolted to the bay window to see him walking leisurely in the direction of a small tobacco shop.
When he was just out of view, she tore into his briefcase and opened his journal to a random page.
Chapter 7
Weekend 5:
Another pointless two days have come and gone. Will you ever learn? Your childish antics have driven me to the point of no return and no amount of penalties seem to motivate you to follow my rules. Five fucking weeks have been wasted on you – five weeks that could’ve been better spent on a more worthy test subject - five weeks that should’ve been spent working on the Cambridge case. I’m disgusted just thinking about the hours spent and the energy put into you for absolutely fucking nothing in return other than your grating on my nerves.
I’m dwelling. It’s time to be done with this. One last round of castigation will be delivered for the hours you have cost me and then I will move on to the next Chapter. What shall your final farewell reprisal be? I must think on it. Something wicked. Something that will leave you reeling and withered under my hand. There’s nothing like leather to get the job done and I do love the smell of it and the sight of welted flesh. Then again, maybe a good old fashioned bit of collar and restraint therapy to bring you to heel – a bit of fun mingled in with your punishment. We shall see. I’m too worn out by your lack of keeping me amused to think right now.
Not even the sex we have is worthy of my time. You’ve failed me miserably, C,7 and I’ve let myself down by not seeing the writing on the wall when I chose you. Your needy, over-dramatic, immature, attention-seeking behaviors are unchangeable and I can’t help you. After this coming weekend, we’re finished.
Elsa sat stunned by the cold words she read and her stomach churned. Whoever Emily was, she had feelings – she was a person who needed love and attention and he blew her off because she hadn’t ‘amused’ him. That had to be Mr. Black writing that journal entry. Elsa laughed out loud, the kind of nervous, weird laugh that came only out of realization that Victor was Mr. Black. Test subject. She reread the words over and over trying to make sense of them. Was she also a ‘test subject’? No, she was more than that. She had to be.
Unable to stop herself, she turned to another random page.
Chapter 3
Weekend 4
My precious, over-privileged little doll - your naughtiness brings out the monster in me that wants to you fuck you in painfully pleasurable ways. You would like it too, wouldn’t you? But you were errant in your behavior tonight and so you must suffer.
Rule no. 12 strictly states that you are not to seek the attention of other men, yet you continually flirt shamelessly when you think you won’t be caught. Am I not enough man for you, C3? I will prove tomorrow that I am when I take your anal virginity. You’ve been hesitant to allow me that part of your body and I’ve been patient. Too patient, even for my standards. But no more. You want to be objectified? Then you shall be. You’ve now got my full attention and it’s focused on your ass.
Elsa tossed the journal onto the table. She couldn’t stand to read another word. My God, twelve rules? He had sex with her the same way the previous night, only she had given it willingly. Hopefully Chapter Three’s memory of losing her anal virginity was just as enjoyable as Elsa’s had been with Patrick, though she doubted it. God damn Mr. Black. Victor.
She heard the lock click on the front door and she jumped. She slammed the diary closed and stuffed it back into his satchel and ran to the staircase, seating herself midway up when it occurred to her that the video was rolling while she had read his journal. How could she have forgotten something so important? How could she have been so blinded by curiosity to act so carelessly? She closed her eyes and concentrated on controlling her erratic pulse and breathing. She would just have to wait until he fell asleep to erase the recording. But if he read deception on her face…
“What are you waiting for up there?” she heard Victor’s playful voice.
She opened her eyes and smiled. “You,” she flirted.
She was still only wearing one of his t-shirts and she spread her legs, revealing her pussy to him. He dropped the small bag he had in his hand and climbed the stairs slowly, stalking closer to her. Her legs opened further, inviting him.
Test subject. As Victor kneeled between her legs and ravaged her, the words vexed her. She wouldn’t be anyone’s test anything and she would prove to Mr. Black that she was no one’s experiment. Her new mission was clear. She was no longer in this game for distraction or to simply satiate her loneliness. She was in it to peel back his layers and reveal the real Victor.
As if he could read her thoughts, Victor paused and stood between her legs, his crotch eye-level to her. He unbuttoned his jacket and flung the fabric behind him as he placed his hands on his hips and widened his step.
“Are you baiting me to my station?” she reached out and touched the outline of his shaft.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a debauched smile. “Yes, I am. Are you biting?”
“Only if you want it that way,” she clamped her teeth shut noisily.
He threw is his back and laughed, the genuine joy of his emotion washing over her. Mr. Black wasn’t so bad, not all the time.
His pupils dilated as he leaned down and slid a hand up the inside of her thigh to her hip and squeezed. “You’re up to no good. I can sense it. You’re playing my game, aren’t you?”
Her mouth parted in surprise. She had been up to no good, but she couldn’t show her hand.
“I’m learning to play your game,” she admitted. It was the truth and because it was, it was easier for her to keep her cool.
His voice dropped an octave. “I like that. It makes me want to do very bad things to you, Elsa.”
She could barely control herself and she closed her eyes, imagining all the depraved things she wanted him to do.
“Do them, Mr. Black. Do bad, bad things to me…” she moaned out as she reached down and pulled the t-shirt higher, exposing hers breasts to him.
“I thought you liked Victor better?”
Her eyes fluttered opened to see Victor smiling naughtily back at her. She hadn’t even realized what she said. “I can’t think straight. Your smell, your touch… everything about you flusters me. I just know that right now, I want Mr. Black to do all of the things that are in that wicked head of his. Once he’s had his way with me, then I want you, Victor, to hold me and to take away the pain that I know he’s going to inflict on me.”
The sound she heard next both scared the hell out of her and shredded every ounce of willpower she had – a deep, primal growl from somewhere dark and deep within him. Yes… Mr. Black was now present and ready to fuck her in ways she had only dreamed of.